Do you remember that great day when we walked on the beach, holding hands, talking, smiling? That’s when I saw her for the first time.
Marcin Kozak writes from the woods.
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by Marcin Kozak
by Marcin Kozak
Do you remember that great day when we walked on the beach, holding hands, talking, smiling? That’s when I saw her for the first time.
Marcin Kozak writes from the woods.